GSID: no idea with steam
Character's Full Name:
Alaris Thulian
Character's Preferred Name:
Curst Relic
Race: elf
Sex: m
Classes: Bard . Arcane archer. Assassin
Alignment: Alaris CG Curst LE
Age: 100
Religion: none.
Happy times
Alaris had a simple life. He grew up enjoying singing, performing around town or at home. As he grew older his father used his connections to enroll in Tyymeana. Eager to win his father's approval Alaris worked hard to win high marks in the school. But his father always expected more, just nodding or saying,” as you should.”
It was showing off that caused Alaris and his father to cross the path with a masked Man. The arrow missed the target going into the strangers horn on the helment. This caused an argument that turned to insults. The yelling stopped after Alaris's father said ,” you were the armor of a disgraced and disbanded group, just go back to the desert and fade with the sand.”
The dark stare was unsettling as the quiet, it felt like minutes. The stranger just nodded then turned walking away. Thinking it was over Alaris walked away with his dad, but he did not feel at ease.
Gifts with bad intentions
The masked man always believed death is mercy. The insults towards himself might have just led to some cruel prank. Yet insulting the group he belonged to, this elf needed to suffer.
He spent weeks looking into the family of the boisterous elf and moronic son. Thinking what is best way to pay them back an idea brought a smile to his lips.
Arcane research with the grey sisters led to a way to overcome an elfs natural protection to mental interference. Using a revised version of mind blank would lock all memories prior. Last mix it all with a curse to keep the item on until the proper words are spoken. An awful enchantment instilled on a rusty looking necklace with a red gem. Step one done
Then began Curst Relic
It was cold in the alley way, just a bit of rain. Confused the elf looked around trying to figure out where he is. Nothing seemed familiar, not even what he was wearing. Worn, torn, stained shirt and pants no shoes and a rusty necklace around his neck. Looking in a puddle there was an elf face looking back. No idea who they are either.
The sudden noise of two men entering the alleyway drew the confused elf from his thoughts. One man had a club the other a chain with smiles full of ill intent. Cornered the elf started to back up into the corner trapped. A masked man appeared behind the two men quickly striking both freezing them in place. Thoughts of being saved led to confusion as a dagger was thrown to the elf's foot. Before walking away the masked stranger spoke,”choose quickly they will not be stuck long.”
Shaking from the choice he made the elf left the alley bloody dagger in hand. The masked man patted him on the back stating that it was a smart choice. The masked fellow took the dagger Back and gestures to follow. A few blocks away in an abandoned building soup and sandwiches sat on the table. As they ate thr masked man made a comment about the necklace, not hearing it right the elf repeated it,” Crust Relic, is that my name?”
Laughter was the first response, then a shrug. A name is needed one is asking good as another. There masked fellow Lite a pipe, exhaling smoke as he talked. No one does things for free, needs help with some jobs. If course there would be training, stay useful, stay breathing.
Dust, tears, and sweat
Training always training, either shooting a bow, hitting specific parts on a straw man, or putting on a disguise. Crust had learned to play his part, some days just listening learning to gleam information by being unnoticed, others convincing a mark to go into an alley way for the last time. He had learned to be as cunning and brutal as the human who took him in. Never seen his face just that damn mask.
Fed up with the man Curst shouted,"what if I just use all I learned to be rid of you?"
A long pause before laughter as a response. Once the masked man calmed down he agreed that might get rid of him. Yet he would never be rid of that necklace then. Lying is something the masked fellow disliked stating the truth is more disturbing. Two more weeks is all he asks before training is over.
The Box and bad news
Alaris disappearance led to posters, searches and a noticeable bounty for a return. For years the masked man held onto one of the flyers. On the back he wrote a message.
"I have raised your son as my own. It has been years but he is well. Soon you two will met."
Using his familair he sent the message to be dropped in a location for Alaris father to find. Then returned to the finishing touches to a small box with ten indents on the lid.
Masked man to himself, " elves love trees, now to see a son chop one done."
Crust was sleeping, but woke quickly as the door opened. The box was put on the ground before him. Ten indents, ten marks to be dealt with. Once their blood is applied a new spot opens. After all ten thr box opens with a way to remove the necklace. Just have to deliver the contents as written to the right person. Happy hunting was his last words as the masked man left Curst with another choice to be made with a door wide open.
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